Wokeup and full of actions. <3 Will update shortly. I'll extend the ending of this round to make up for the time lost this round: Rounds end at Noon GMT+1.Sorry for making y'all wait. :( But it was for the sake of game balance. (town was about to achieve a roflstomp victory otherwise).

The aid walked staggered into the room. He had clearly ran all the way here from the ballot box. "Mr Wuncler, it seems that a majority is unlikely. It". Mr Wuncler put down his copy of The Economist, and glared at his aid. "Now where would be without a good ol' fashioned lynching? Sort it, NOW!"

The CIA agent was prowling the streets for hungry looking niggers. Ever since the Klansmen got hanged, it was up to him to the menial ethnic cleansing. One nigger at a time, they would all go down. An old negro with a white cane was walking shortly ahead of him. May as well thin out the cripples too while we're at it. The agent pulled out his silent pistol as the old man turned the corner; rot in hell nigger, the agent thought to himself as he shot the old man. "I've already been rotting in hell BITCH ASS NIGGA!". The ghost of Stinkmeaner dissipated. The CIA agent wondered what the fuck he just witnessed.

Result: little Leo doesn't like playing with stones (Leo lynched)(before you guys go on about the tie-rules: night shenanigans)

Leo was:

You areJasmine DuBois. A cute little mixed race girl, all this tension between the blacks and the whites is hurting your little Unitarian heart. All you want is for all this fighting to end. In persuit of that goal, you've embarked on a crusade to provide everyone with lemonade. Every day, you may offer another player a glass of lemonade. This will let them know that you're town aligned. You win when the Illuminati have been defeated.

ADMIN ASSISTANCE POSTplease excuse me for double-posting in this thread after I died, but

_________________"Hey! The secret to health, happiness, a successful marriage and a booming business is simple. All you need is puns! No more trotting out boring old "Good morning" and "Goodnight". When you greet people, do it with a smile and a bit of horseplay. Try a "Good marening" or a "Goodneight"! Before long, you'll be the most popular punner in the town, neigh, the world! Remember: you'll be galloping your way towards happiness with laughter as your steed."

_________________Heka: "If you mean to kill me, at least do it quick!"Raidy: "I'm afraid Fonfon is quite good at hurting you without killing you."Fonfon: "You bet I am! Corpses don't scream, so that's boring."

Alparisms:

[7:33:58 PM] see a doctor before you die of cunnilingitis or whatever it was called.[11:03:08 PM] aaaaand this is why I'm gay[12:39:08 AM] so libido is which part of the dick[11:51:15 AM] I will marry you

"Mr Wuncler, Robert Freeman has been falling behind on his mortgage repayments." "Now we can't be having that, can we? Sort it out."

Stinkmeaner had been searching for a host worthy of his immeasurable power all night long. He snuck up to Huey and made a lunge for his heart. "Stinkmeaner, your spirit has been roaming this world for far too long." Huey turned towards Stinkmeaner, clad in exorcist attire. It seems that Stinkmeaner chose the wrong nigga to fuck with.

Scept was left to hang. (Scept lynched)Spplmj was sent back to the depths of hell (failed his ability)

Scept was:

You areRobert Jebediah Freeman. An outspoken member of the free-rights movement, you often make your voice heard. Sadly not many people bother to listen to your ramblings; therefore your lynch-votes count for nothing. However, you make better chicken wings than Colonel Sanders, a skill that has charmed many a women in the past. Therefore, every night you can bribe another player with a bucket of fried chicken. All votes cast by that player (both public and hidden) will instead be moved onto a player of your choosing. You win when the Illuminati have been defeated.

Spplmj was:

You areColonel H. Stinkmeaner. A senior member of the Hateocracy, at age fifteen, you lost your sight to cancer, and took extreme pleasure in dedicating the rest of your life to making everyone's lives a living hell. The doctors expected you to die at age 18, but it is believed that your "Love of Hatred" has kept you alive to live in old age. Sadly you died recently, but your hatred of life is strong enough to meddle with the affairs of mortals. Every night you can roleblock a player. Your hatred for Robert Freeman is particularly strong, so should he die, you will become empowered and your roleblocks will also deny the target voting powers. You will lose the game unless you acquire another win condition (see unique single use power).

Unique single use power: What's good Nigga?: Should any fatal action occur to you, you will instead possess a target of your choice and they will die in your stead. This action will take effect the following round, before any other actions (including the vote) are taken into account. You will assume that player's allegiance and win condition but not their powers.